Self-cultivation of Kuaichuan Green Tea

Chapter 95 The Republic of China Actor (2)

Qu Lingyuan's character design is also very interesting.

Including this body, she has already changed three souls.

The first is the original owner, the second is the opera master who traveled from modern times, and the third is Qu Lingyuan.

So she inherited the memories of two people at once.

The original owner was taken back to Fengxi's class by the class leader Qu Yuanxiang when he was still a baby.

Her parents didn't know how to live or die. She was brought up by Qu Yuanxiang and regarded him as her own father. She loved opera very much, but she had no talent. At the age of 14, she died suddenly due to excessive practice and refused to fall asleep.

Perhaps it was God who took pity on this hard-working girl. After her death, a modern opera master came to her with all her skills, which can be regarded as fulfilling her wish.

But after all, the soul did not match. After only four years in this world, the opera master left his body due to the instability of his soul and continued to fall into reincarnation.

The body that lost its soul lay quietly on the bed, making the man think that she was fast asleep, so he dared to do anything wrong.

Seeing the vacancy, Yiling stuffed Qu Lingyuan's soul into it.

The theater garden of Fengxi Troupe is extremely extravagant, with outdoor and indoor stages, Qionglouyuyu, carved beams and painted buildings.

Qu Lingyuan was sitting in front of the outdoor stage, curling her slender fingers, tapping the table lightly with her nails, her crisp voice was quite clear under the quiet moonlight.

"Shujin's name is a bit feminine." Qu Lingyuan looked at the table in a daze, muttering to herself.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the clear light is everywhere.

Shu Jin, who was lying on the roof of the theater with his arms on his pillow and blowing the wind, faintly frowned when he heard this sentence.

Earlier people always called him "Young Marshal Shujin". It's not that he doesn't like being called Young Marshal, but he just doesn't want others to call him Shujin because the name is feminine.

Later he banned this title, but the people in Fengcheng thought he didn't like the title "Young Marshal".

He was too lazy to explain, and there was no need to explain.

Call Master Jin so domineering.

Shu Jin in front of people is always in a heroic military uniform, while Shu Jin behind people is always slovenly.

He lazily supported the bricks and tiles to get up, he refused to straighten his back, he wanted to see which nympho was still refusing to fall asleep in the middle of the night, his mind was full of him.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he could only vaguely see a slim silhouette.

Like him, the woman was leaning lazily on the back of the mahogany carved chair, with a lotus root arm propping her cheek, she was flawless.

I really don't know what I did before, the three thousand black hairs are so messy.

Shu Jin's eyes flickered, and he looked away in disgust.

Isn't she a nympho no matter how beautiful she is?
There were footsteps under the eaves, maybe the woman had returned to the house.

Shujin turned over and felt something was wrong again.

The sound of these footsteps was heavy, obviously the tonnage was not light, but the beautiful figure I had just glimpsed, her figure hidden by the willow waist under the cheongsam, would never be such a sound when walking.

"Lingyuan, you are so cruel. You just threw Master on the wall like that. It hurts so much." The disgusting man's voice was seductive, and he tried to pretend to be pitiful.

Qu Lingyuan heard that he was very funny, even the corners of Shujin's eyes twitched.

"My lord, although Ling Yuan is an actress, she doesn't sell herself. If you want to find flowers and ask Liu, you'd better find another place."

Shujin finally heard her voice clearly.

He cleared his throat and sang softly, with a touch of alienation and coldness, and his tone was slow, but pleasant to the ears.

The man refused to let it go: "Master spends so much silver dollars in your Fengxi class every day, why would you not let an actor serve you for a while?"

Qu Lingyuan was annoyed when she heard such contemptuous words: "I said before, an actor is not a prostitute, I hope you respect yourself, if you come closer, don't blame me for being rude."

She has never felt that opera actors are unbearable. Modern opera masters are still respected, but it is because these people have their own dirty minds.

Standing up from the chair, she straightened her back and tightly grasped the mahogany chair with her slender fingers.

The experience of her previous life made her remember the fighting skills, as long as her hands are not captured, she still has the strength to fight.

The man approached slowly with steps, and Qu Lingyuan made a gesture of preparing for self-defense.

"cough."

A sudden cough from the roof broke the tense atmosphere of the scene.

Qu Lingyuan didn't dare to take her eyes off the man in front of her, but the man looked towards the roof, and she was so frightened that the shit broke out.

"Master Jin Jin?"

Shu Jin propped his hands behind his back, his military uniform was slightly wrinkled, his eyelids drooped, and he looked at them condescendingly, with a loose expression but able to look down on everything.

He was silent for a while, before he said leisurely: "It's in the middle of the night, disturbing people's dreams."

In a word, the disgusting man's stomach trembled and his fingers trembled.

"Master Jin, I'll get out now, get out now." The man's voice was weak, and he ran out of the theater dragging his chubby belly.

Who doesn't know the status of warlords?They obey the rule in name, but they have established their own power locally.

In other words, in the warlord's separatist territory, they are the rulers.

What's more, Shujin has a gun in his hand.

Seeing the man rolling away, Qu Lingyuan let go of the mahogany chair awkwardly.

She didn't expect to see Shu Jin here, she lowered her head and said softly, "Thank you, Master Jin."

If it weren't for you, this chair would have almost gone west. It's such a beautiful carving, it hurts me to break it.

Shu Jin still remembered the pose she just posed, stared at her for a few more seconds, and asked, "Can you fight?"

Qu Lingyuan's mind was spinning rapidly, looking for excuses for herself, and she replied with a meek smile: "A student of opera knows a little bit about everything."

"I didn't know you had sung this kind of play before." Shujin propped up one long leg and looked at her with interest.

Hearing that she called herself Lingyuan just now, he thought of Qu Lingyuan, an opera singer from the Fengxi troupe who has become famous in recent years.

Having heard about it, one naturally knows her singing style.

"It's just that I haven't performed before." Qu Lingyuan blushed and her heart didn't beat.

The opera master already knows some kung fu, but she didn't lie to Shujin.

Shu Jin couldn't deny it, raised his eyebrows, and continued to lie back in his original position.

Qu Lingyuan didn't feel sleepy either, she simply sat back on the chair and basked in the moonlight blowing the wind.

I don't know if Shu Jin fell asleep on the roof, Qu Lingyuan was bored: "Why did Master Jin come to lie on the roof of this theater in the middle of the night?"

Her soft voice blew into her ears with the wind, and she thought about it, probably because the moon over the opera garden is the most beautiful.

But he didn't want to say more, and replied lazily: "Yes."

"It's so late, isn't Master Jin sleepy?"

"Ah."

"." Yes, this is very special.

The air freezes.

After a long time, Qu Lingyuan felt a little cold, and there was no point in continuing to talk. She rubbed the exposed arms of the cheongsam and said goodbye to Shujin: "Master Jin, the temperature has dropped, please come back earlier."

"." Shujin closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Qu Lingyuan didn't care, and walked slowly towards her room, thinking that the quilt was touched by a disgusting man, and she probably had to change it before she could fall asleep smoothly.

As for Shu Jin, I don't want to talk to her now, I'm afraid it will be really sweet sooner or later.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Shujin closed his eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered a few times.

This woman is chattering, really noisy.

　Thank you Yaoyao for your reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)